Grown
When I was young
I loved
but did not know
the words
for what I felt
and as I grew
I learned the slurs
written by others
to hurt me
and in my fear
I fled
from who I was
but she has shown me
and today
I look at her and know
I have grown,
unafraid
of who I am
and who I love
and I live the words
as much a part of me
as love itself.
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